It is dark

And you open it

Yes, open the chest.

All you see

Is nothing

And your tears drop once more.

They spilled from your eyes before,

Especially when you

Battled through the storms

To get to this point

Where you are now.

It’s very cruel, you know.

Sometimes

An ending

Doesn’t end right.

And you stare in blankness,

Wondering

Where everything went.

Did they even belong somewhere?

So, you leave

The chest of wonders

On the sandy beach.

It is still dark.

You walk away,

Back to your ship

And your journey has ended.

And just when you

Pull up the anchor,

You watch the treasure chest once more.

It still glimmers,

But what was it meant for?

Nothing, of course.

The current is pulling you back

To the home from which you came.

You don’t regret this.

But, you look back,

And what do you see?

Another pirate on that island you ventured.

He looks at the treasure chest.

It is open, so there’s no use.

He knows.

But he closes the chest

And takes it with him,

Grinning as he goes.

You can’t return,

The wind is too strong.

And you dot the ocean with your tears

Again.

Keyword: Ocean Path sad poem

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Posted by R.E.Potter 2008-03-20 12:20:00 ,,, One mans trash is another mans treasure. I took this poem like when you walk away from someone cause the grass seems greener, and then when they give the love to someone else you wish you had it back...were a greedy human bunch. + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-03-20 12:35:49 Good. Yeah, sometimes things just don't end right, like this poem! Nah, I'm just kidding... now on to more serious chatter: Towards the end, the same concept Potter brought up came into my mind. You own something, you disregard it because you really don't see any value in it; someone rightfully claims it later and suddenly that thing is the most indispensable piece of property in the planet. How the mind works, oi... You've yet to impress me. + Report this comment
Posted by lorislittlesecret 2008-03-20 12:38:53 .... How am I supposed to follow up on that comment. I liekd the poem. It was easy to read, easy to understand, etc etc. Could be a metaphor for a something a lot deeper....I think it is, am I right? + Report this comment
Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-20 12:51:11 oh, i don't know perhaps one is not always equipped to know what real treasure is... + Report this comment
Posted by Pez 2008-03-20 13:05:42 .... O.k. I am way off, I can sense it (in that last comment)... let's see... we make a long arduous journey to get to X point to turn something in... we've made it, we're at the mark, we've accomplished our goal, and there it's over. Stressed over it, thought about it, and it's over, it's done. Well, I guess, I'll just continue on to something new... wasn't the feeling I was expecting... uhh, ahem... yeah... and then I'm lost, tell me. + Report this comment
Posted by Sad Sara 2008-03-20 13:11:47 Very Beautiful Yer ability to abstraction from the landscapes of vagueness is fantasitic. Y'gots a style of yer own. Such a lonely despondent verse, makes me feel like if the treasure was treated as such, and rightly so, the treasure wouldn't have doubted how rich in beauty said treasure truly was. Aye, yer make me sad. Beautiful Poetry Again Take care, 'Anna + Report this comment

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